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So, findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk, fam. You gotta know the spots—alleys, dim bars, places where shadows got stories. Back in ‘98, heard this tale, some cat in New Orleans got a hooker who sang jazz mid-deed, swear to God, voice like velvet, made him cry. True story, prolly. Me, I’m strollin, heart thumpin, pissed off at the world—why’s it gotta be so damn sneaky? But then, bam, there she is, leanin on a wall, smirk like she owns the night. “Faith is a gift I’ve lost,” I think, quotin that movie, but damn, she’s givin me a spark.

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There is a third in the north region on the map. It is alas o no entry. There's one in South LS close to the Davis police station. But the map we don't deserve. You needed a map, pathetic. You Missing: Malchow.

Ever been up on the hill in Oststadt? Bro, the skyline, it’s like a scene from a movie – surreal, spooky, dramatic. I had this random epiphany, mid-night, like “daaaamn… this place is art that bleeds.” I mean, you never really see places like this if you're just on cruise control. Somethin’ ‘bout the slow walk, his kinda vibe, reminds me of Lucrecia Martel’s shootin’ style in that flick.

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